Happy freaking birthday. June of 2016 was one of the best and worst months I’ve had in quite some time. The month started with me leaving the job I held for the past five years which was closely followed by a big birthday of an age in which we will not speak of and then a small injury on my hand. Now I know that these 3 actions are clearly just first world problems but as they occurred simultaneously, it felt like being punched in the gut. I tried to smile through it all and pretend like it was the best thing that could have happened […]
For the past two years I’ve been obsessively keeping a household inventory on a spreadsheet. The list contains every product we use in our household from face soap to toilet paper. It includes vitamins, beauty products, cleaners, paper products, and every filter it takes to keep our household running. I can tell you how much we use it every product in a 30 day span and I’m very proud of that. It helps with budgeting and it also helps me see when were being excessive.
It was you who pushed me out of my comfort zone. Eagerly I went from a broken pre-teen to a hopeful pre-adult. I’m sorry I spent so much time trying to rush high school. I wish I would have savored more moments because you all turned out to be such amazing people. It would be nice to have more memories. The memories I do have, I treasure. Right now I would give anything for a 3rd Base hoagie and one more climb up the rocks at Altmiller.
Most of you I’m proud to say I’m still friends with today. The transition from an awkward adolescent to a hyper teen was made possible because of you. There isn’t a day that passes where I don’t think of you. You taught me what it felt like to be included. During this time, I left the guarded gates of Catholic School and ventured into the scary unknown of public education. I wasn’t the only one. There were quite a few of us who were making the middle school jump to the brave new world of regular clothes and secular teachers. Gone were the Friday masses, Holy Days of obligation, and small class sizes.
I didn’t want to go to school. Even though kindergarten was only a half day, I didn’t want to leave home. My grandmom had to hold my hand the whole way to school while I cried. The walk to school in the morning always seemed so long even though it was only 2 blocks away. I didn’t like myself then. I was awkward and shy. I didn’t really know how to play with others yet. What I didn’t realize is that you didn’t either. We were all scared.
50/50. Growing up in a small town located in the Northeast section of Pennsylvania, ethnicity and nationality defined you. If you were Italian, you lived in the Italian section and went to the Italian church. Growing up in an Italian American home meant fried meatballs every Sunday, seven fishes on Christmas Eve, and knowing all the Italian curse words. It was the culture I was nurtured in and the culture that raised me. I ate ricotta cheese for a snack and tomatoes picked from our garden just like an apple. My grandmother prayed to her saints and always kept a scapular […]